The metal lamps, the dark red walls, and the photos of scenes from daily life in Morocco took me back to my time in Marrakech.

The dark gray, matte-finished metal lamp is 12 inches tall and sits on a round four-inch bottom.

In a niche burned a common metal lamp.

He turned them over in the light of the one black metal lamp.

A photographer set off a heartless flash of light that exposed the remains of a shattered wall, a picture frame, a twisted metal lamp.

To its right was a white end table with a metal lamp on top of it, its metal shade set with red stones.

Climbing from the wreckage of the table, he was gripping the heavy metal lamp that his hand had found in the darkness.

John points at a shadeless metal lamp lying on the floor with a shattered bulb.

The black metal lamps, their flames too bright to look at, gleamed, black yet somehow as bright as silver.

A treasury of fittings, glass shades and chimneys for antique metal lamps, along with ceiling and wall fixtures.